"I don't know that I believe you," Daniel said, as he sat down heavily. "I don't think you'll sleep with Mansour again." If he did, Daniel wasn't sure he was going to resist the urge to do something drastic. Like poison the man. He could do it; it'd be easy.

"But shit, Gaël, as much as this upsets me, it's not just Mansour. It's...all of it since you were sixteen." Since Léon had died. Daniel had shut the part of himself that needed a relationship and a partner off and focused on his children. Noelle had thrown herself headfirst in her plans to take over the world. Gaël had thrown himself into an increasingly self-destructive pattern of sex. "I want you to talk to someone about it."

He should have, he realized now, forced both Gaël and Noelle to therapists then. But he hadn't, and now he could see the price.